Kink Crew (Found Footage VHS)
I started writing this story some time during the late summer or early fall of 2023. Certain scenes from this story are based upon a dream I had around that time that stuck with me long after I woke up. The pacing and structure of this story are probably a little too "high concept" for a first submission so hopefully this doesn't wind up being a case of "it sounded better in my head". This is a story where the reader has found a loose VHS tape and they watch what's recorded onto it. The tape contains the exploits of a group of friends trespassing onto various properties in order to have sex with the horses that are there. Rather than make this an open and shut zoo story -- of which dozens already exist here -- I decided to include some elements of body horror into the mix. The found tape is completely unremarkable... until it isn't. Enjoy, and I would appreciate any feedback you might have (even if it's negative/constructive).
Also just so we're clear don't take this story and twist it to suggest that I am somehow condoning IRL bestiality. I'm not. This is just a raunchy story and if you must know which parts of it came to me in the aforementioned dream it was the parts with the worms. Not the horses.
Also also, just to clarify in advance, I am not open to commissions and have no intentions of doing so in the future. I'm also closed to direct requests in general but if in your reading of this story you think of something interesting feel free to leave it in a comment. I read all of them and if your idea is interesting to me perhaps I'll borrow it and work it into something in the future. No guarantees, though.
Summary: This story is written through the perspective of someone watching a video tape they found. It includes depictions of zoophilia as well as hints of light body horror. The "found footage" angle means the person watching the tape is only aware of what was literally recorded to it so there are lots of gaps and jumps in the story for readers to fill in the blanks on their own. The idea for this story came from a dream I had quite some time ago. Enjoy.
This also wound up being my first upload to SoFurry after 10 months of having an account and only using it to lurk. I elected not to publish this story to FurAffinity despite having an account there as I actually don't really like Dragoneer all that much. Also SoFurry, being built off the remains of Yiffstar, is kind of "the place to go" when it comes to writing. So, sorry FurAffinity. Maybe some other time. I have many ideas for stories but I have a hard time pinning them down and fleshing them out into finished projects. I am also a terrible perfectionist so if there is even the slightest thing in one of my WIP's that pisses me off then I'll refuse to share it until I can fix it. This one managed to get its flaws hammered out to a state where I was happy with it. Then came the process of getting over my anxiety with sharing my finished works. It shouldn't be this hard to do but I've been badly burned in the past and those negative experiences have stayed with me all this time.
Static. Tape and tracking artifacts. A blue screen reading only "PLAY" with a timer counting the seconds up from 05:16 PM 7/14/2002.
Two men in their twenties appear on screen. They're outside and it's late afternoon.
"Is it working?" The man on the left says toward the person holding the camera.
"Uh, I think it is. It says 'recording'," a voice from behind the camera says.
"Awesome. So glad that old thing still works. I think it belonged to my parents or something. It was just taking up space in the garage. The hardest part was finding a spare tape to use," the guy on the left responds.
"Well uh the icon with the battery is flashing so I don't think that's a good sign," the cameraman says.
"Ah fuck," the man responds. "The battery in that thing has got to be from the eighties. It's probably no good."
"How long do you think it'll hold a charge for?" The man on the right finally speaks up.
"No idea. Long enough to record our stuff though, I hope," the other says.
"We'll see," he continues after a brief pause. "Here's to debauchery!"
The two men in frame clang their bottles of beer together and laugh. The shot shakes briefly before zooming in on the man on the left who flashes a wide grin to the camera. He's about to say something but the footage ends and jumps to silent tape static.
Jump cut.
It's now dark outside. The VCR timer appears on screen for a few seconds starting at 11:42 PM 7/17/2002. The person holding the camera is walking forward and following behind the two men from earlier. They are wearing different clothes and the one on the right is carrying a portable ice chest. The three of them are walking through what appears to be an empty field.
"So you charged the battery all the way?" One of the two men in front ask.
"Yeah. All night," the other responds. "Hey how much battery time does it say we have?"
"Uh," the cameraman stammers. "I don't think it says the time it just shows the icon and it's full. Not blinking."
"I don't want to rush tonight," one of the men says.
"Tonight's just a test run, if the battery is shit then I'll just look for another camera or something. We can always do this again. We've been doing this plenty of times with no camera anyways."
Jump cut.
It's still dark outside and the men are wearing the same clothes from earlier. As they walk forward a wooden building emerges from the darkness. As the building becomes clearer it appears to have a simple tin roof and holes cut for windows. Several hay bales are piled up against the side of the building and several yard tools lean against the wall. The cameraman follows as the two men walk alongside the building around to the front where a large double door is splayed open. The three men walk inside.
The camera goes out of focus for a moment as the lens tries to capture various dust particles floating in the air. The two men appear in shot again and slowly lose their fuzziness as the camera adjusts to being inside the building. The men are standing at a wall that reaches up to their chest. From the darkness a horse's head emerges from the other side of the wall to greet them. As the cameraman gets around to the side of the men the one not holding the ice chest reaches out with his hand. The horse sniffs it for a moment before he reaches forward to pet the horse's head.
"Well hello there," the man says as he reaches out toward the animal. "Long time no see?"
"She totally knows you, haha," the man holding the ice chest says.
"Of course she does," the other man says stroking the horse's face.
Several moments pass in silence. The horse turns her attention to the man holding the ice chest who reaches out with his free hand to touch her too. After a few seconds she sways over toward the cameraman and puts her nose up to the camera lens fogging it up as she exhales.
"Hey, come on!" The cameraman says as he reaches forward with his hand to wipe the fog off the lens, smudging it in the process. "God damn it," he continues.
"So are we here for the night?" The man holding the ice chest asks.
"Nah, not tonight. Just passing through," the other responds.
"No?"
"Yeah no, tonight I'm really in the mood for a stallion. You guys cool with that?"
The cameraman sighs loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up. "So we're just gonna walk to the next property?"
"Relax," the man says. "The night is still young."
"I guess so. But one of the slices in the battery icon just disappeared right now."
"Well then stop recording, we don't need to film any of--"
The camera abruptly stops filming.
The timer on the camcorder now reads 12:11 AM 7/18/2018. The camera is pointed at the hay-covered ground for a few seconds before the person holding it pans it up to film what's in front of it. The men are now standing in a different stable in front of another horse greeting it with gentle petting. The one holding the ice chest reaches into his pocket and pulls something out and offers it to the horse who immediately licks it out of the man's offering hand. While this is going on the other man walks over to the nearby stable gate and reaches over it to unlatch it. He opens it and steps inside followed closely by the guy with the ice chest and the cameraman entering last. The shot turns toward the stable gate as the cameraman's free hand reaches into view to lock the door behind him.
Another jump cut. 12:17 AM. The man who opened the gate gives the horse a gentle hug around its neck before casually walking alongside it stroking its hair. The camera looks to the right where the man holding the ice chest is seen setting it down against the wall. The shot pans back to the other man who has reached the horse's flanks and runs his hand along its haunches, dipping slightly around toward the horse's rear end prompting the horse to swish its tail. The man continues stroking the stallion's body until he's fully reached around to its backside.
"Is he moody tonight?" The ice chest carrier asks from out of shot.
"I don't think so," the other man responds. "He's chill."
The man gently caresses the stallion's heavy balls and cups them in his hand. The horse responds by swishing its tail again and flexing its muscles causing his tailhole to tighten slightly.
"Yeah," he says. "He's good."
He continues to fondle the stallion's balls while the man who came in with the ice chest walks into shot and caresses the backside of the horse as well, circling his fingers around its pucker. The cameraman takes a couple of shaky steps forward and zooms in on the fondling. This continues for several moments until the first man focuses his attention elsewhere and reaches out of shot under the horse to stroke its sheath. The other man takes over caressing the stallion's orbs and curiously probes a finger into his tailhole.
The cameraman shuffles his attention toward the first man's sheath play and for several seconds he fights with the camcorder's zoom and autofocus resulting in a screen full of brown horse hair. Eventually he gets the man into shot and takes a step backwards to capture the entire image of him reaching under the horse.
"Is it out?" The cameraman asks.
"Sorta," the man replies.
"Is he hard?"
"Getting there. Are you able to see any of this?" He asks as he motions toward the horse with a head nod.
"Hang on..." the cameraman says as he crouches down to get a better viewing angle. The shot tilts to an awkward angle as he lowers himself down before straightening out.
Hanging semi-flaccid from the stallion's sheath is his massive cock. The man continues to stroke it along its emerging length and after several seconds it's grown in size as it engorges with blood. As the horse becomes fully erect the man lets go of his length for a second to allow the cameraman to get a good shot of it.
"God damn, look at that," the man says.
"It's huge." the cameraman replies. "Imagine burying that thing inside someone and blowing a load..."
"Must feel like heaven," the man replies.
The man steps back and stands up as he unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down with his underwear revealing his own fully erect cock. He kicks his jeans off around his shoes and returns his focus to the stallion. He reaches under the animal with one hand to stroke its cock while pleasuring himself with his other. After a few moments of this he kneels down next to the horse and gently pulls its member to the side allowing him to frot with it. He grinds his cock against the horse's and moans lightly before kissing the head of his shaft against the stallion's to mix their precum together.
Another moan is heard this time from off camera. The cameraman snaps to the side and catches a low shot of the other man grinding against the backside of the stallion.
"Fuck!" The cameraman says as he scrambles to his feet and gets around to the backside of the horse.
The other man has already buried his cock deep into the ass of the stallion. The man is holding himself there and grinding against the horse to push his length as deep as it can go. The shot focuses on a close-up of the stallion's genital area to catch the penetration.
"I missed it," the cameraman says.
The man laughs from out of shot. Slowly he pulls his shaft out of the stallion and once fully withdrawn the horse's tailhole closes back up and winks. The man's cock throbs visibly. His hand reaches down to his shaft and takes hold of it as he aims it forward and guides it back into the horse, spreading the animal's tailhole open as he slides back in. He visibly trembles as he hilts the stallion again.
"Did you get it that time?" He asks.
"Definitely. How tight is he?"
"Incredible," he responds as he leans into the horse's backside and grinds his cock all the way into it.
The cameraman steadies his shot and captures the man rhythmically thrusting into the horse, the animal's tailhole gripping the man's shaft as he slides himself inside and out.
"God, I'm about to bust..." he mutters.
The man's pace quickens slightly as his thrusting becomes more vigorous. Throughout this the cameraman holds the shot steady and with one last thrust the man buries himself deep within the stallion and moans. The cameraman tries to get a good close-up and catches a glimpse of the man's cock visibly pulsing and throbbing releasing his seed into the animal. He moans again as his orgasm starts to wane and slowly pulls his already softening length out of the stallion.
"What the fuck?!" The other man shouts off screen.
"Huh? What?" The cameraman quickly yanks the camcorder to the left just in time to catch the other man stumbling backward from the stallion. By the time the device's autofocus kicks in he's resting backwards on his elbows.
"Are you okay?" The other man asks.
"Yeah what happened?" Says the cameraman.
"Something just went into my cock," the man responds.
"What?" Both men reply nearly at the same time.
"Something came out of the horse's cock and went into mine."
The other men are silent.
"It was like a purple worm or something. I swear to fucking god."
"Dude are you okay?" The other man asks.
"I swear," he responds. "I saw it. You didn't get that on tape?"
"No man," the cameraman says. "I was filming him." The camera briefly pans back to the other man.
There's another palpable moment of silence.
"You don't believe me do you?" The man on the ground asks.
The tape cuts. The timer reads 12:32 AM. The man who had been frotting with the horse is now standing up, his pants still off. The shot holds on him for a moment before looking over to the right where the other man is now nursing a bottle of beer.
"Relax," the man with the beer says. "Maybe you're just so horny you're seeing things."
"I don't know," the other man says.
"I guarantee you'll feel better once you nut inside that stallion," he says as he takes a swig from the bottle.
Jump cut. 12:35 AM. The frotting man is balls deep in the stallion and the cameraman has captured the same shot of penetration that he had before with the other man. An audible moan is heard.
"Yeah, fuck him," the man with the beer says off camera. "Are you getting this?"
"Oh yeah," the cameraman says not breaking his current shot.
The man fucking the horse thrusts and grinds, lost in a fog of lust. At one point he pulls back a bit too far and slips out of the stallion entirely, his next thrust forward serving to grind his shaft against the horse's winking tailhole. The man curses and reaches down to guide his length back into the animal. He slowly leans forward over the back of the stallion as his thrusts become jerkier. He moans again and quickly stands back up pulling his shaft out of the horse. He grabs hold of his cock and begins masturbating to finish himself off. He cries out as a thick rope of cum erupts from his shaft and sticks to the stallion's backside. The first is followed by several more that coat the horse's tailhole and leave it a glistening white.
"Fuck..." the man says. "I needed that."
The cameraman keeps his focus on the stallion's plastered tailhole before the man drinking the beer chimes in.
"Hey, do you want to have a go?" He says.
The shot turns toward the man leaning up against the wall, now holding a fresh bottle of beer.
"Huh? Me?" The cameraman says.
"Yeah, there's nothing like it."
"I-I don't know," he stammers. "You guys just said you needed someone to film."
"Come on," the man says setting the bottle of beer down on the ground beside him. He takes a couple of steps toward the camcorder and makes a motion with his hand. "Give me that and I'll-"
The recording stops and picks up again. It is now 12:48 AM. A previously unseen man is standing behind the horse being filmed from the chest down.
"Recording," a voice from behind the camera says. It's the man who had been drinking beer.
"Are you sure?" The man in front of the camera asks.
"Just take your pants off," the new cameraman says.
Obediently, the man in frame unbuckles his jeans and pulls them down and around his shoes to take them off. His erect member flops out from his clothes and stands out from his figure. He walks behind the horse as the man with the camera walks around to film the penetration. The former cameraman takes a step forward, his shaft poking into frame where the stallion's messy tailhole is visible.
"Go on." the man with the camera encourages. "Fuck him."
The man behind the horse holds his cock as he leans forward, pressing its head against the horse's entrance. Slowly the pucker spreads and engulfs his length as he pushes it forward. He gasps and shudders visibly as he continues to thrust forward. Without stopping he pulls back and thrusts forward into the stallion again.
"How is it?" The new cameraman asks.
"I... I can't say. It's so hot and smooth..." he responds.
The man with the camera laughs. "I knew you were curious. I could tell."
The former cameraman resumes thrusting into the horse. While this is going on the man holding the camera pans back over to the third man who still has his pants off and is curiously fondling his balls.
"Hey, are you okay?" The cameraman asks.
"Huh?" The man responds. "Yeah."
The man fucking the horse moans prompting the cameraman to turn his attention back in that direction. His pace has increased slightly.
"I'm getting close," he says.
"Oh yeah?" The cameraman replies.
"Do I, uh... inside or outside?"
The cameraman laughs. "That's up to you."
The man doesn't respond, he just continues thrusting into the horse. His grip on the stallion's backside shifts and he moans again, collapsing into the back of the animal as he reaches orgasm.
"Atta boy," the cameraman says. "Never waste a good load."
The former cameraman, still buried inside the stallion, chuckles.
"Congratulations, you're now a zoophile," he says. "No human will ever satisfy you again."
Both men laugh briefly before the shot pans back over to the third man who's still checking himself out.
"Hey are you ready to g--"
The recording stops. The timer has jumped ahead to 02:11 PM 9/30/2002. Two men are in shot. They are indoors. Both of them are being filmed from the chest down.
"Okay, it's going," a voice says from behind the camera. It's that of the cameraman from earlier.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The man on the left asks, his voice revealing him to be the man who was frotting with the horse earlier on the tape.
"Yeah, whip it out," the other man says, his voice defining him as the other man who was recorded with the horse.
The first man slowly unbuckles his pants and pulls them downward revealing his flaccid cock. Of note however is his balls which have significantly increased in size since the last time he was recorded.
"Whoa..." the man on the right says.
"Yeah," the first one replies.
"You think this is from what happened that night a couple months ago?" The second man asks.
"For sure," he says.
There's a noticeable moment of silence that passes.
"Well, hit me, I guess," the man on the right eventually says.
"Are you sure?" The other asks.
"Yeah, I think so. It sounded interesting from what you described."
"Well... okay..." the first man says.
The man on the left begins stroking his flaccid cock. While this is happening the man on the right pulls down his pants to reveal his cock is already almost erect. After a few seconds the man on the left is fully erect too.
"I'm ready," the man on the right says.
The two men move closer to each other. The cameraman leans forward and zooms in, focusing on both men's shafts.
The men nearly touch their cocks together. The man on the left holds his steady with one hand. After a few seconds he grunts audibly.
"It's coming," he says.
Moments later he grunts again as a smooth purple tendril begins to emerge from his cock slit. As the tendril comes out its "head" darts around before ultimately focusing on the head of the other man's member.
"No way..." the man on the right mutters out.
The tendril's head probes at the nearby cock slit before pushing itself forward into the man's cock spreading his urethra open with its form. The man gasps and his cock flexes upward. He reaches down to hold his shaft steady. No more than a few seconds later the end of the tendril leaves the first man's shaft. The other man moans as he grips his cock watching the last of the tendril disappear inside of him. He gasps sharply as a single jet of cum lances out of his shaft. He convulses slightly.
"Oh my god..." he finally says. "I can feel it inside my balls!"
The man shudders and moans again, reflexively thrusting his hips forward to fuck the air in front of him.
After a few seconds the man on the left speaks again.
"Do you want in on this too?" He asks.
"I'm not sure..." the cameraman responds.
"It feels amazing. Just look at him." He pauses. "You're one of us now, aren't you?"
A couple of seconds pass in silence. The camera pans straight down where the operator is fumbling with his jeans fastener with one hand. He frees himself and reaches into his underwear to pull out his erect cock. The shot angle dips to the side momentarily as he shifts forward. When the shot comes back into focus the cameraman's shaft is at the bottom and the other man's is at the top. The shot hangs like this for several moments until it pans back up to the man on the right who is now jerking himself off. When the view angles back down another purple tendril has already started to make its way out of the man's cock. It darts forward straight into the urethra of the cameraman. He groans and stumbles, the shot losing focus. His breathing is now audible on the tape. He steps backward and the rest of the tendril emerges from the man's shaft. The cameraman dutifully captures the final moments of the purple tendril entering his cock.
There's a cut in the tape again. The clock on screen reads 12:51 AM 12/02/2002. It's dark outside and the two men from earlier are walking with their backs to the camera again.
"--mare tonight?" The man on the right asks, the recording catching him mid-sentence.
The man on the left nods his head. "Yeah," he says.
"I've never been with a mare before," the cameraman chimes in.
The man on the right turns to face the camera. "There's nothing like mare pussy, man. You won't believe it."
All three men laugh.
A building fades into view ahead of the men showing itself to be the stable that had been filmed earlier. The three men walk around to the front and into the open doors where several horses are standing in their own corrals. They approach the same one as before. This time the man on the left leans down to kiss the horse on her nose before rubbing her lovingly. The man on the right, carrying an ice chest again, reaches over the gate and unlocks it. As he invites himself in the other two men follow close behind.
The man sets the ice chest down and walks over to the horse inside its stable and rubs her behind her ears prompting her to whinny and shake her head. The other man focuses his attention to the horse's backside and gently caresses her haunches. The cameraman stands back to keep both men in shot. Eventually the man at the horse's backside motions for the cameraman to come over to that side.
"She's already got her tail raised," the cameraman says.
"Yeah," the man says with a chuckle. "This mare's a total slut. Look at this."
The cameraman focuses on the man's hand as he slowly slides all four of his fingers into the mare's pussy. He works them in and out a few times before his other hand joins in and spreads the mare wide open in view of the camera.
"Incredible," the cameraman says.
"Now that's a woman," the man replies.
As the man pulls his hands out and stands up straight the mare's vagina begins winking every few seconds.
"She's so ready," he adds.
The man unbuckles his jeans and takes them off, his cock fully erect and his enlarged balls hanging heavily under him. He steps up behind the mare and with a free hand traces the head of his shaft along her slit. Slowly he presses his cock inward, his full length disappearing into the mare in seconds. He grinds his groin against the mare's backside to let all of his shaft taste her insides before he pulls back a bit and dives back in. The mare whinnies again and shifts slightly, as she does so a rush of yellowish fluid runs out of her pussy. The cameraman steps back and the shot shakes slightly.
The man laughs slightly. "I think I made her cum. Sorry about that."
The cameraman steps back toward the mare and keeps recording. The man behind the mare grunts slightly and lets out a low moan.
"It's coming," he says.
The cameraman steadies his shot and the man withdraws his cock from the mare. He reaches down to begin stroking it and cries out as a thick rope of semen shoots out from his tip noticeably larger in volume that the previous time. His breathing intensifies as he continues to milk his shaft. Another thick rope of cum shoots forth except this time there are small purple worm-like organisms present in the semen. Another and another blast of cum erupt forth carrying more purple worms. As the man's semen coats the mare's pussy the small worms can be seen wriggling around on the horse's flesh.
"Oh shit," the cameraman says.
"Huh? What?" The man says in a stupor as he continues to ejaculate on the mare.
"The batt--"
There are no further recordings on the tape.